Halloween
by Radar-rox
Summary: And the award for most imaginative title goes to... Anyway, Vince and Howard get roped into helping Fossil try and win back Bainbridge. In Italy.
1. Chapter 1

**Hello my lovely readers! I've finished my exams now and am free to write, so yay! And I'm also doubly happy as Modwolves (if you dont know what Modwolves are - call yourself a fan? ;-) ) got a mention on Russell Brand's radio show just now.**

**But anyway, on with the fic. This one, as you will see in just a sec, has my OC Tara in it, but if you don't read the Tara stories, please read it anyway, as she's only in this very first bit (unless I really need to put her in alteer for whatever reason), and the only reason she's in it is because I wanted to dress her and Naboo up like.. well, you'll see in a minute. But anyway, if you don't know anything about her, basically she's Vince's little sister and she's now dating Naboo.**

**Right, so, this fic is set around Halloween, basically so I could dress everyone up, I am in no way confused and think that its October. Also, this fic is dedicated to the lovely Helen, who is possibly Bob Fossil/Rich Fulcher's biggest fan, and has been very nice and has read all my fics even though he isn't in them very much. So this one's for you dear! I think thats all that needs to be said, I'm being distracted by Russell Brand.. enjoy the fic!**

'Still, it's a bit of a cop-out, isn't it?'

'S'not my fault, it was Aladdin, what was I supposed to wear?'

'Well, you could've… you could've been beggar Aladdin. And I could've been beggar Jasmine. Costume would've been cheaper.' Tara said, plucking at it.

'It wouldn't have been as pretty though.' Said Naboo.

'True.' She smiled, rushing over to the mirror to look at her beautiful exotic costume again. One of her friends was holding a Halloween party, and her and Naboo had decided to go as Aladdin and Jasmine; she had rented an expensive costume and Naboo was wearing what he always wore.

'You look beautiful' he said. But we'd better get a move on if we're gonna be on time.'

They hurried out, passing Vince and Howard, who were having an argument in the living room.

'I told you Vince, no, I'm not using an ancient pagan ritual as an excuse to dress up, go out and get pissed!'

'Come on Howard, it'll be great, we'll get dressed up and go out, we can go trick or treating!'

'Who in their right mind is gonna give the pair of us sweets?'

'Exactly! No-one's gonna be in their right mind, they'll all be pissed! We could just go round the clubs!'

'Vince, I told you, I don't want to go out, there's a documentary on about Murnau that-'

'Aw come on Howard, what do you think the video recorder's for?'

'Don't you have anyone else you an go out with? I thought you had loads of friends.'

'I.. do. But they're all busy, they.. please Howard, come on, I've even got our outfits planned out!'

This actually invoked some interest in Howard. 'oh yeah?'

'Yeah! I'll go as you, and-'

'You're going as me are you, I'm worthy of being a Halloween costume? That's great Vince, thanks a lot.'

'You didn't let me finish! I'll go as you and you could go as me!'

'Why?'

'Because, we're everything each other doesn't like! You like jazz and moustaches and documentaries on monral,' Howard chose not to correct him. 'And I like bright colours and electro and Colobus the crab! We'd be perfect as each other!'

Howard eyed him, then reluctantly said 'alright', only because he knew that if he didn't, he'd never hear the end of it, as usual. It struck him that he and Vince were something of an old married couple, and he hastily pushed that thought aside and allowed Vince to show him his costume.

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	2. Chapter 2

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Bob Fossil had had a rough time of late. The Zooniverse had been going downhill for a long time, then finally Bainbridge had shut the place down and emigrated to Papua New Guinea, leaving poor Fossil all alone. Bainbridge didn't even seem to care when he left either:

'_Hey Bainbridge, I got those sock suspenders you asked for, but-' Fossil regarded the scene around him; there were suitcases and clothes everywhere. 'What's going on? Have the tack-people caught up with ya again?'_

'_Don't be such a fool Fossil.' Barked Bainbridge. 'I've sold the zoo, it's a disaster, and I'm leaving.'_

'_But Bainbridge, what about the animals? You said you were gonna let me ride the grey leg-face men!'_

'_They're called elephants you imbecile, and I'm busy – leaving.'_

'_But where ya going? Can I come?'_

'_I'm going to stay with Corky in Papua New Guinea, and you may certainly not come! You think I wish to be lumbered with you, a bumbling incompetent for the rest of my life? Good day sir!'_

_That was it then. What else was Fossil to do? He'd stayed on at the zoo, surviving mainly on animal feed building a shrine to his beloved Bainbridge and wondering where it had all gone wrong. Come to think of it, he thought he knew – after Vince and Moon had left. Of course, he despised Moon and liked Vince only slightly more, and even though the zoo had still been awful while they were there, it had certainly gotten worse after they'd left to be on the sound-box._

So here he was, still, sat alone in the dark on Halloween, listening to the jollity outside.

* * *

Vince and Howard staggered down the street, a little worse for wear after four 'jelly baby vodkas' each. 

'I told you we'd get more if we said we were getting married tomorrow!' cried Vince gleefully. ' I think they believed us pretty soon though, you didn't have to snog me!'

'What, I didn't snog you!'

'Well I snogged someone with a moustache! Are you sure it wasn't you?' Howard simply looked at him. 'Oh. Never mind, where shall we go next?'

'I dunno, how about-' Vince never knew what Howard had been about to say though, as the jazz maverick had stopped speaking, and was instead staring at something above Vince's head.

'Howard? What're you..' Vince turned to look. 'Oh wow!' The sign of the Zooniverse gates was silhouetted against the orange, light-pollution glow of the clouds. 'I didn't realise we were around here! Come on Howard, lets go in!'

'What? No, I'm not going back there!'

'Come on Howard, please! It'll be great, we can have a sweet picnic!' he said, holding up the bag of sugar treats.

'No, no way Vince, I'm not going back there, not to the scene of my ultimate humiliation.'

'Come on Howard, it was only one kiss.'

'She betrayed me, betrayed our love!' He was talking of course about Gideon, who'd been seen behind the cockerel lounge with Joey Moose, in a moment of indiscretion.

'What love? You just fancied her!'

'Shut up Vince'

And for once, he did so – he knew any discussion with Howard about Gideon could result in a sudden violent outburst at any minute.

'Well, I'm going in' he said decisively, marching through the unlocked gates. Howard lingered on the street, unsure of what to do – he certainly didn't want to return to the Zooniverse, but on the other hand, he didn't want to linger by himself on the streets of a dodgy area of London, on Halloween of all nights. Not that Howard Moon believed in ghosts or ghouls or anything like that, no sir. There just might be.. chavs.. groups of them, in their hoods, hanging about.. maybe in masks.

'Vince!' he called. 'Wait for me!'

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	3. Chapter 3

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There were no lights on in the zoo, and shadows loomed wherever they looked, lurching at them, darkness within darkness.

'This is creepy.' Said Howard uncomfortably.

'Yeah,' said Vince. 'It's great, isn't it?' he grinned, throwing himself into the Halloween spirit.

'No Vince, its-'

'Wait, what was that?' Whispered Vince.

'What was what?' Cried Howard.

'I dunno..' Vince whispered again. 'Perhaps it was some sort of monster?'

'Don't be silly Vince, there's no such-' Howard began to say dismissively, but then screamed like a woman as Vince tapped him on the shoulder.

Vince was about to say 'haha, gotcha!', but unfortunately Howard's terror had given him the urge to punch whatever had touched him unexpectedly. Vince yelped and flung himself backwards. 'Christ Howard, I was only messing about!'

'It wasn't funny, alright?' Howard snapped.

'Alright, alright, sorry.'

Vince dusted himself down and looked around. He was about to speak again when they heard a noise to their left.

'That wasn't you was it Vince?' asked Howard.

'No' he whispered back.

'Didn't think so.' he said nervously. Ever the man-of-action, Howard crouched slightly and crept forward. Vince walked normally behind him, scratching his fake moustache.

They heard a shuffle ahead, and a voice feebly singing – 'nicey, nicey' sniff 'zoo, zoo..'

Vince and Howard looked at each other, then at the slumped shape in the doorway in front of them. 'Mr Fossil?' ventured Howard.

Fossil lifted his head and surveyed the pair of them. 'Moon! Vince!'

'Alright Mr Fossil?'

'What are ya doing here? Are ya coming back to work at the zoo? Then Bainbridge will come back too, and I'll be able to wear shoes again!'

Howard chose to ignore the apparent lack of logic, and asked Fossil if he'd been there long. 'I've been here since the zoo shut down.' He said. 'I got nowhere else to go.

'But hey, now you two are back, we can get Bainbridge!'

'Mr Fossil, we're not back, we've left the Zooniverse for good, we're in a band now.'

'Hey that's great Vincey, you always wanted to be in a band!'

'Mr Fossil, I'm not-' Howard started before Vince nudged him. 'Our costumes – he thinks we're each other'

'Whatever' said Howard. 'C'mon, its time we were getting back.'

Vince looked unsure about leaving Fossil in his clearly unstable state, and was about to reply when Fossil cried out.

'Ya gotta help me! Vince, you've got a good heart, you'll help wontcha?' he begged, scrabbling forwards on his knees and grabbing Howard's trouser legs.

'Get off me!'

Fossil turned to Vince. 'Moon, Moon, ya gotta help, if ya don't I'll put up those pictures of us in the hot tub!'

'Hot tub?!' Vince cried, looking at his companion. 'What hot-'

'Ok, ok, fine, we'll help' hurried Howard. How on earth had he forgotten about those pictures? He made a mental note to come back to the zoo and go through Fossil's office, destroying any possible blackmail material. 'But where on earth are we gonna find him, he could be anywhere.'

'I got this cousin who works for the CIA' Fossil replied excitedly. Vince and Howard exchanged looks. 'And he told me that Bainbridge is in Italy!'

'How on earth are we gonna get to Italy?' Asked Howard.

'Leave that to me.' Vince replied, taking out his phone and scrolling down to 'Numan, Gary.'

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	4. Chapter 4

**Thanks for reviews my lovelies, future chapters might not be up so quick as most of these ones were written a bit before I uploaded, so I'm gonna have to figure it all out and write it all and stuff again now. So it might take a while - some of us have lives y'know!**

They touched down in Italy at about nine in the morning. They wandered around looking for a hotel, and on their way saw a poster for 'Dixon Bainbridge - magia ed avventura'. This was Italian for 'magic and adventure', but they didn't know this. However, they did notice a date and place, and by a wonderful coincidence/narrative decision to move things along, it appeared to be very near and that very night.

'M'Bainbridge!' cried Fossil gleefully, ripping the poster from the wall and pocketing it.

'I suppose we'll be going to that tonight then?' asked Howard.

'I gotta see m'Bainbridge!'

'Fine.'

'Cool, a magic show, I haven't been to one of them for ages!' Grinned Vince. Even Howard had to admit, he was interested. Pompous as he was, he really didn't see Bainbridge enjoying performing in a magic show.

However, first they needed to find a place to stay. Not knowing how long they were to be in Italy, this proved rather difficult when making a reservation, despite the startling revelation that Fossil could somehow speak Italian. Quite how was a mystery, even to him apparently.

After searching for well over three hours, and feeling thoroughly exhausted, they sat down to have a drink and spotted a hotel across the street.

Once they'd had a pint, a flirtini and a carne martini, they went across to investigate. The hotel was bright and clean, without having that terrible 'sterilised' feeling. A woman was stood behind the desk facing away from them, dusting shelves; She had olive skin and a curvaceous figure, complemented by her wraparound dress. She turned when she heard them. 'Ciao?'

Vince and Howard looked at each other. 'Um, hello?'

'Ah, English, hello. How can I help you?'

Fossil just stared at the woman, so Howard spoke as she was apparently fluent in English. 'Yeah hi, we'd like three rooms please, but we don't know how long we'll need to stay.'

'Ah, is no problem, I have plenty of rooms. You'd like three together, yes?'

'Yeah, ok.'

She found them rooms, and produced a book to take down their names. 'Your names please?'

'Howard Moon'

'Vince Noir.'

'Bob Fossil.' Fossil was still captivated by her. She looked him over and smiled back.

'My name is Helena, welcome to Hotel Italia.'

She led them upstairs and to their separate rooms – Howard's was closest to the stairs, then Vince's then Fossils. 'My room is right next door if you need anything.' She said suggestively to Fossil.

He looked deep into her eyes. 'Thanks..'

Howard suddenly remembered the poster stuffed in Fossil's pocket, and reached to tug it out. 'Helena, could you tell us where this is please?'

'You want to see this?'

'Yeah, he's a.. well, we know him.'

'I see. It is just across the square, when you want to go I shall direct you, ok?'

'Thank you.'

Fossil watched her walk away, then looked to the poster still in Howard's hand. 'I can't wait to see Bainbridge's show, I bet its as awesome as a sausage in pants!'

* * *

They left the hotel at seven, with directions from Helena, and walked through the streets to the theatre in which Bainbridge's show was held, shivering slightly at the cold night. Fossil was in an even weirder mood than usual, if that was possible. He kept looking behind him, then in front of him, then back again, then at his shoes for a bit. Vince nudged Howard and nodded towards him. 'What's up with him d'you recon?'

Howard shrugged. The intricacies of Fossil's mind were a mystery to him and probably most of the rest of the world.

They reached the theatre and bought tickets in the first row – surprising, considering that they were there fifteen minutes before the play was due to start. Loaded down with refreshments, mainly sweets for Vince, they took their seats as the lights dimmed.

'Good evening.' Boomed Bainbridge's fruity voice over the PA system. 'Welcome to Magic and Adventure – the adventure of your life.'

The stage lights flashed red, and there was Bainbridge, dressed all in black and crimson robes, looking rather medieval. He held up a dagger and then thrust it deep into his chest before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

He reappeared instantly at the side of the stage, pushing a large wooden cage into the centre. Every few seconds, there would be a flash of light, giving the illusion of a hanging body within the cave. 'May I have a volunteer?'

Vince and Howard sat stock still, although Fossil immediately put his hand up. 'Ooh, me, pick me Bainbridge, down here!' But Bainbridge was looking further back, and pointed. 'You there, come up on stage.'

Vince and Howard looked behind them, startled – they'd thought they were the only people watching the show. Fossil just put his hand down slowly and stared up at the stage. The volunteer stepped up on stage, and was locked into the cage by Bainbridge. He then clapped his hands, and fire appeared floating above them. He turned his hands towards the cage and the fire shot at it, engulfing the old dry wood. The man within screamed, and tried to escape the flames, but to no avail. Vince and Howard watched in horror as the flames swallowed him, even Fossil had managed to stop staring at Bainbridge and was now looking shocked. Bainbridge himself on the other hand was watching with a strange look in his eye – hungry yet distant. As the man began to give up the fight and accept the inevitable, Bainbridge stepped back towards the cage, somehow avoiding the flames, and span it on its wheels. After one turn, it disappeared as suddenly as Bainbridge had.

The rest of the show continued in a similar fashion – from cutting huge gashes on the body of an assistant from seven meters away to hanging himself only to appear again four meters away and looking fine, Bainbridge did it all, and all of it was disturbing and yet intriguing. It certainly was an adventure, just not the type they'd imagined.

Finally the show was over, and Fossil insisted they went backstage to talk to Bainbridge. For once, he didn't look _entirely _disgusted to see them. 'You three! What are you doing here?'

'We came to find ya Bainbridge! Come back to London with us, we can start up the zoo again, or something else, I had this idea, we could get a load of socks and make them dance to trumpet music!'

'Shut up Fossil. I can't leave.'

'Please Bainbridge, ya gotta come back..'

'What do you mean, 'can't'?' asked Howard.

'I signed a contract with the Spirit of Halloween when I'd had one too many glasses of port, and now, whenever I go onstage he possesses me. If I leave, I die.'

There was a stunned silence. 'What was the contract for?' asked Howard, having had his own experience with spirits and contracts.

'What do you mean, to keep me performing you buffoon!'

Howard let it go. 'I meant, what was in it for you, why did you sign?'

'It guaranteed that I'd have a show everyone in town was talking about. Which it does, but not in the right way – they're all horrified, they want to get it banned.'

'Yeah, well we're here to help you Bainbridge, right guys?' Said Fossil. They reluctantly agreed.

'Help? From you three? I can take care of this perfectly well myself.'

'Yeah, you've done a great job so far.'

'Shut up Moon.' Bainbridge looked at him. Much as he was loathed to ask Moon and Noir for help, as ridiculously useless as they often seemed, they did seem to be good at stopping him in his very own evil plots, and saving each other from adventures. Perhaps they were the best ones to get him out of this.

'Very well, help if you can. Though I don't see how you will.' Someone called Bainbridge from further backstage, and he walked away.

'Don't worry Bainbridge, we'll help ya!' Fossil called after him. 'You two,' he turned to Vince and Howard. 'Do whatever it is you do when you fix stuff. I gotta go find some lemons.'

So Vince and Howard were left to walk back to the hotel alone. Outside the theatre, they saw something that looked like it belonged in the show, a body lying on the ground that was gone the next minute. Looking at each other uneasily, they hurried back to the hotel, finding upon arrival that they'd somehow been beaten by Fossil, who appeared to have forgotten all about Bainbridge and was currently smiling at a flirtatious Helena. Vince and Howard went upstairs to discuss how they were going to help Bainbridge, or even if they should – it was Howard's opinion that he'd gotten what he deserved.

'Come on Howard, we're here now, we might as well help. Anyway, did you get what you deserved when the Spirit of Jazz kept possessing you?'

'No, but that was… totally different..' Vince looked at him. 'Fine, alright, yeah. How are we gonna help then? We don't know anything about spirits, last time it was Naboo that sorted it all out…..' They looked at each other.

'Wait.' Said Howard. 'You know how Naboo doesn't like being bothered with stuff we get ourselves into, and besides, how's he gonna help from London?'

'He's got a phone hasn't he? Besides, this isn't something we've gotten ourselves into, this is Bainbridge's problem, we're just helping out. And it's a spiritual possession, he'll have to help, surely.'

'Alright, we'll give him a ring. What time is it there?'

'An hour behind, innit? I wanted to listen to Russell Brand on the radio just now, but I'll have to wait an hour.'

_What on earth does he want to listen to that idiot for?_ Thought Howard, looking at his watch. 'Alright, its not too late, I'll give him a call.'

Vince put the TV on a cartoon channel as Howard stepped outside to make the call. When he returned, Vince asked how Naboo was.

'I think he was keen to get back to Tara, they've got the place to themselves with us over here and Bollo at that festival, y'know.'

_Thanks Howard. _Thought Vince. _I'm happy for them, but I don't really want to be thinking about what my little sister and her boyfriend will be doing if they have the flat to themselves._ 'What did he say then?'

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	5. Chapter 5

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They spent the next day preparing for the evening, when they'd try and destroy the Spirit of Halloween. They employed Helena's help (much to Fossil's enjoyment) and asked her to gather as many local people as she could to help, while they began decorating and preparing the theatre as best they could.

Finally it was seven o'clock, and the theatre was beginning to fill. Vince and Howard found Bainbridge backstage with Fossil, while Helena took care of the crowd. Fossil had been babbling on about crayons and silk, and Bainbridge looked relieved to see them. 'What idiotic plan do you two have then?'

'I'm the plan!' grinned Vince.

'Vince, you're not the plan.'

'Alright, but I'm a big part of it.'

'Yeah, fine, alright. Bainbridge, just go out on stage and start the act, we need the Spirit to be possessing you when we do it.'

'Very well. But let me inform you now, if you three end up killing me, know only this – I'll come back and get you.' He turned sharply and took his place ready at the side of the stage.

'Are you ready Vince?' asked Howard, fiddling with buttons on the mini sound- and light-station that had been set up for him.

'Yeah, I can't wait! Is everything ready?'

'I think so.' Howard replied, prodding at a few more buttons. 'You'd better get in place.'

Vince scurried off to the other side of the stage as the lights dimmed- Bainbridge's cue.

* * *

Initially, Naboo had been a little unsure about how they would combat the spirit of Halloween. He'd been able to help with the Spirit of Jazz easily, but apparently the Spirit of Halloween would be much stronger. 

'I dunno, I'd have to look it up'

'What's up?' asked Tara from the sofa.

'Vince and Howard want to know how to get rid of the spirit of Halloween.' He told her before turning back to the phone. 'I dunno, you'd need some kind of antidote to Halloween perhaps, but.. oh, hang on.'

Tara had been rooting through the pile of DVDs next to her and was not stood next to him, holding one up. It was 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'. He frowned a little. 'Maybe, but something stronger would be-'

She held up the other one she'd grabbed. 'Perfect!'

Tara returned to the sofa while Naboo quickly told Howard what to do.

'Come on Naboo, hurry up!' called Tara, as the next DVD was just starting. She was overheard by Howard, who of course came to the wrong conclusion.

'Yeah ok. I gotta go Howard, you got everything?'

'I think so, I-'

'Ok, bye.'

* * *

Bainbridge strode purposefully onstage, and this time Howard noticed a difference in his stance and stride as soon as he hit the stage; this was, he supposed, the Spirit entering his body. As he lifted the dagger, Vince leapt onstage to the left, only his face highlighted by a spotlight of Howard's control. 'Stop!' 

'What's this?' Bainbridge's voice was almost how it usually was, but it had a slight edge to it – it felt more powerful, dangerous.

'This,' said Vince, turning to the audience and loving every minute – it was his favourite holiday after all. 'Is the Spirit of Christmas.' The spotlight grew to show Vince dressed as some sort of electro Santa, and tinsel and glitter fell from the rafters all over the stage and the audience.

Bainbridge, or rather, the Spirit, reeled backwards, before apparently recovering. 'No!' it shouted, conjuring up hoards of Zombies, which advanced on the crowds.

'Now, Howard!' yelled Vince, and Howard flicked the button to being the music; it was a song that they had done the previous Christmas, when they were first beginning the band, and didn't have any of their own material yet. Howard had loaded the electro background he'd done into the theatre's sound system – now it was just up to Vince to sing it.

He stood facing Bainbridge, glammed up with all sorts of make-up, and began pulling shapes as he sang. 'Are you hanging up your stocking on the wall, it's the time that every Santa has a ball….'

Fossil danced past on stage holding a Christmas tree, lit up with fairy lights.

'Does he ride a red-nose reindeer? Does he turn up on his sleigh?'

The Spirit of Halloween staggered backwards, but still tried to fight back, conjuring up ghosts and dead bodies, but to no avail. The Spirit of Christmas grew strong in the hearts of the audience as the song continued, and their joy and enthusiasm for Vince's song had overcome the fear created by the Spirit of Halloween, and he disappeared in a flash of light at the end of the song, as Bainbridge fell to the floor.

'Have a great Christmas everyone!' cried Vince, before hurrying to the ex-zookeeper's aid, along with Howard and Fossil.

'M'Bainbridge, are you ok?' Asked Fossil, trying to help him up and 'accidentally' groping him a little.

'Get off me Fossil.' He stood and brushed himself down, as a hoard of people came up to congratulate Vince.

'Vince, Vince, you are a hero!'

'You are a Christmas god!'

'Vince, please sing again!'

'Hey, what about me?' asked Howard.

They looked at him in silence. 'Who are you?'

'Howard Moon, I.. the music.. oh FINE!' he skulked off. Vince signed a few autographs and posed for some photos, then followed him.

'That went pretty well, didn't it? I always thought Tara watched too much Tim Burton, but I guess it paid off! _Nightmare Before Christmas_, who'd have thought it?' Howard merely grumbled. 'Come on Howard, its probably just because you were backstage, if you were on with me I bet they'd have loved you! You'd be carried aloft through the crowd!' _After my turn of course.._

Howard appeared to like this idea, and turned back to Fossil, who had Helena stood next to him, and Bainbridge. 'Are ya gonna come back with us then Fossil? Because of how we saved you, and everything?'

'Don't be ridiculous. That was the most idiotic plan I have ever seen, its an embarrassment to have been defeated by you in the past. If I never see you two again it'll be too soon. And as for you,' he said, turning to Fossil, who'd been distracted by Helena taking his hand. 'I just hate you.' He stalked off.

Fossil found that actually, he didn't care that much. He looked into Helena's eyes, and smiled.

_Fin_

**For those of you who don't know (if not, why not?), Tim Burton's **_**Nightmare Before Christmas**_** is about the king of Halloween, Jack Skellington, taking over Christmas, completely ruining it (by accident), so I figured that if Halloween would ruin Christmas, it should work the other way round, hence the grand plan.**

**As I said at the start of the fic, I'm aware that Halloween is a long way away, and of course Christmas is even longer, but it doens't hurt to spread a little festive spirit here and there, does it?**

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